The shiny new front-door key we held in our hands, opened the door to a property situated close to the golfer’s paradise of San Roque in southern Spain. My husband and I had bought a beautiful two-storey townhouse set high up on a hill, with a panoramic view of the three-hundred-year-old town. Little did we know that our place in the sun would turn into a nightmare.
The completion process was a straightforward affair, but we had no inkling that an
Thu 17 May 2012 
Squatters in our own homes
The shiny new front-door key we held in our hands, opened the door to a property situated close to the golfer’s paradise of San Roque in southern Spain. My husband and I had bought a beautiful two-storey townhouse set high up on a hill, with a panoramic view of the three-hundred-year-old town. Little did we know that our place in the sun would turn into a nightmare.
The completion process was a straightforward affair, but we had no inkling that an
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